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Previously on The Blacklist:

What really matters is this.
Nothing else is guaranteed.

I mean, if they're trying to prove Keen's
innocence, why go after some vigilante?

Why do what they've done?
They're searching.

But if not for Keen's innocence,
then what?

This is a perilously fast run
down a slippery road.

You have to hit green lights,
but we could make it work.

Does anything appear
out of the ordinary?

No, but I don't like this, Raymond.

We're less than an hour behind you.
Ian will be there to open the store.

-The care package will be there soon.
-I should be with you.

You will be in less than an hour.
Oh, and don't forget that other matter.

Other matter?

Ian has a first edition of
Life on the Mississippi for me.

Multitasking.

Have I ever told you the story
about Ian Bartleby and his wife...

...and the beekeeper they fell
into bed with on the Isle of Skye?

Fascinating, illuminating story.

It's been a long drive. Any chance I can
hear about Ian and the beekeeper...

-...after I clean up?
-Yes. Freshen up.

I'll fill the tank.
Get us something to eat.

Lizzy.

We're very close.
This'll all be over soon.

Excuse me.
My friend who was just here...

...brown coat, hat. You didn't
happen to see where he went?

-Who?
-He was here. He got gas at Pump 5.

-Maybe he paid credit at the pump.
-No, he would've paid cash.

No, no cash customers for hours.

Okay, listen to me, this is important.
My friend wouldn't have just left.

Excuse me, ma'am.
Is there a problem?

Something happened to her friend.

-Your friend, can you describe him?
-I can ask my manager if you want.

-See if he can roll back the cameras.
-Thank you. No.

I'm sure he's here somewhere.
Thanks for your concern, officer.

Reddington, where are you?

Oh, God.

Got it.

-Please tell me Reddington's called you.
-No.

-Why, is something wrong?
-He was here getting gas...

...and now he's gone. I've called
and called. He hasn't answered.

-Elizabeth, where are you?
-You can't leave the store.

-If Raymond is in trouble--
-There's an explanation.

You cannot leave until you've
secured the care package.

Call me if you hear
from Reddington.

-Navabi.
-Reddington's missing.

-What do you mean, "missing"?
-I need you to promise me something.

If I give you his burner number,
if I ask you to trace his location...

...can you promise me
you won't tell Ressler?

What's the number?

240-555-0146.

I know what a difficult position
I'm putting you in.

-I don't think you do.
-But Reddington just vanished.

He's at 2436 Bronson,
outside Davis Creek.

It looks like it's a salvage yard.

A salvage yard.

Good luck.

-Hey.
-Hi.

You think we should
go into work separately?

You don't think
they'd believe we carpooled?

No.

-Last night was nice.
-Yes. It was.

Don't be late. I hear the boss is a--
He's a real prick.

Hey.

Reven Wright's waiting for you
in Mr. Cooper's office.

Someone ran a search on this
and cleared the history.

I want a list of every IP address
visited in the last 24 hours.

-Want me to log it into evidence?
-No, no, just the search history.

You missed a button.

Left in a hurry.

-Cooper sold us out.
-You don't know that.

I heard Keen and her ex
on the phone set a meeting.

I told one person. Harold Cooper.

-I show up to arrest them, they're gone.
-How could Cooper possibly warn Keen?

-How would he reach her?
-He didn't. He reached him.

He's working with Tom. They're running
some operation to exonerate Keen.

-He betrayed us.
-Where are you on Solomon?

Ex-CIA,
disavowed after the Eritrean War.

I'll talk to Hitchin about him.
She comes from that world.

In the meantime, find out what the hell
Harold Cooper is doing with Tom Keen.

We don't have to stand here and play
"Mother, May I?" with Ressler, all right?

You got a badge. Make the collar,
walk him into D.C.P.D.

I spoke to Reddington.
He has a plan...

...but we have to keep
Karakurt secure.

-Great, so we do nothing.
-I want him out of here now.

-Soon. I promise.
-We got company.

Harold, what the hell is going on?

-Tell me you got guns in the house.
-Just one.

Get it.

I'm here, don't shoot!

Everybody out now. Go!

-Hey.
-Yo.

-What are you working on?
-Nothing.

-Really? Because it looks like--
-Actually, can I ask you something?

Agent Ressler, this is his laptop.

-He asked me to run a search history.
-Why?

Why wouldn't he know what was
searched on his own computer?

He just said as soon
as I figured it out, let him know.

-You can't do that.
-Why can't I do that?

Because I did the search. For Liz.

Reddington was missing,
she asked me to trace his number.

She made me promise
not to tell Ressler.

You know where they are,
and you're not gonna tell him.

I only know the truth about my brother
because of Reddington.

I owe him for that this once.

Why use Agent Ressler's laptop?

When Liz called, I wasn't thinking.
His laptop--

He left it at my workstation.
I don't know. It was just there.

-Aram, please.
-I get it.

I totally get it.

Whatever you need.

Mum's the word.

Thank you.

Thanks for the ride.

Morning, sunshine.
You one badass dude, ain't you?

Some kind of James Bond silencer
and everything?

What you want we should
do with him, Cash?

I say we tie him to the truck, drag him till
there's nothing left but bloody wingtips.

I think he's cute.

Don't touch the merchandise, bitch.

-I didn't mean nothing.
-Leave her be.

Jilly's just playing.

Let me see
if I can guess how this works.

You grab hapless motorists,
drain their ATM accounts...

...max out their cards, and dump them
by the side of the road.

-Your money or your life.
-You're highwaymen.

"K.O.T.H." Knights?

Kings of the Highway. How romantic.

Something like that.

But whether or not you're breathing
when we dump you...

...well, that entirely depends
on how polite you are.

I like wearing your coat.

Must have set you
back a bundle.

No doubt
worth considerably less now.

I like this one. I like his style.

I like his gun.

I like his watch. Rolex.
That's $10,000 easy.

There's more than that if we can come to
a mutually beneficial arrangement.

That right?

Because all you got here is about
700 bucks and a Florida driver's license.

So tell me, Kenneth Rathers...

...what's a cat like you doing
driving an old beater like that?

You some kind of eccentric,
or are you on the lam?

Yeah, that's what I am, Cash.
I'm on the lam.

-I was wondering when we'd get to that.
-Well, we're getting to it now.

You got some explaining to do, Jack!

So figure it out?

-I did.
-And?

I have a question.

About protocols.

When we find Agent Keen...

...are you positive
we'll be able to protect her?

-Aram, what did you find out?
-Protocols. What are they?

Keen will be held here
under our supervision.

I will handle her transportation to
the court with teams handpicked by me.

No exceptions.

Her trial will be overseen by a judge
with a component level clearance...

...who has been vetted
by Hitchin and Wright...

...to make sure that they're not
involved with the Cabal. Okay?

They're in West Virginia.

The search traced Reddington's burner
to a location outside of Davis Creek.

We need to talk.

So...

...you're protecting them.
Keen and Reddington.

Samar, I know about
the search on my computer.

She called. He was missing.

So you knew where they were.
You didn't tell me.

She couldn't, after Mr. Reddington
helped with her brother.

-That's not why I did it.
-It's not?

-You said--
-If we bring Liz in, she will die.

First Cooper tipped them off...

-...and now you're protecting them.
-Cooper didn't tip them off. I did.

So I told you where they were...

-...and you warned them?
-Yes.

Jesus, I told Reven Wright
that Cooper betrayed us, betrayed me.

Boy, was I wrong. He didn't, it was you.

I want you gone by the end of the day.

No ATM or credit cards?

Hey, you didn't complain
when we were grabbing him.

-That was a solid snatch.
-Solid snatch, my ass.

This guy stinks of the mob.

-Well, he smells like money to me.
-There's money in it, all right.

Best grab we've had
since we rolled into town.

He may not have much on him,
but somebody will pay to cut him loose.

I say we cut on him till he talks.

You idiot.

If somebody's gonna pay
to get him back, well...

...they ain't gonna like it too much
if he's all cut up.

Sweet thing.

-Why don't you give it a go?
-Yeah.

Maybe he'll sing like a bird.

That girl is nuttier
than a bag of roasted cashews.

And twice as tasty.

Nice, huh?

Just came in this morning.
Belongs to a retired doctor and his wife.

They was on their way up to visit
their daughter when she broke down.

-How'd it get here?
-Tow truck.

Boy named Jasper runs all
the Auto Club alerts along 119.

Can you tell me where to find him?

-What the hell?
-I'm sorry.

Let me get you another one. Two.

What's her name?
The one who broke it?

-Amber.
-Amber's a bitch.

Yeah, she was.

-I'm Jasper.
-I'm Kenya.

-That's-- That's quite a name.
-Well, I am quite a girl.

They weren't coming to save you,
but to kill you.

You wanna live?
Tell me how they found you.

-So where are we going?
-I don't know.

I'm sorry. I wish I had a plan. I don't.

-They said they did it to protect me.
-What was?

A tracking chip.

Get on 95 South.
Head towards Roanoke.

-What's in Roanoke?
-There's a cabin. Lake Yvonne.

I know where the key is.

They're on us.

We can't outrun a radio frequency.

-All right, where is it?
-In my chest.

Well, that is gonna suck for you.

We need to get underground,
lose the signal.

They're still here.

Down now!

Hold on!

Go! Go! Go now!

The signal cut out here...

...but once we go in, Mr. Solomon,
I can re-acquire it.

Looks like we have
some rats to catch.

-It's teatime.
-Oh, that'll be fun, Jilly.

Cucumber sandwiches?

-And scones.
-How delicious.

Would you like one lump or two?

Two, please.

You simply must tell me your name.

It's dreadfully rude of me
not to address you properly.

Kenneth.

Your real name.

Kenneth.

Now look what you've done.
You spilled all the tea, dear.

You have to tell me your real name.

They're gonna hurt me if you don't.

You like getting hurt, Jilly.

You wouldn't be here with them
if you didn't.

-You think so?
-I do.

Well...

...maybe you're right.

What's this?

Not bad, baby.

There's over 25 large here!

Twenty-five?

That's over 6 grand apiece.

Nice work, Jilly.

Hey, what about Jasper? Five ways.

Jasper ain't one of us.

He's hired help, all right?

He'll take what we wanna give him.

Don't hold too tight, darling.

There.

Why don't you get us
another round?

I'm gonna go tinkle.

Come on.

-You couldn't stay away.
-I'm an idiot.

I didn't realize
I gotta go back to work.

I got a better idea.

Your place.

Keep an eye out.

Sit.

What's that for?

I'm amputating. What do you think?
I'm taking the chip out.

-Are you crazy?
-We can't stay down here.

If we go up there, they will find us
and kill us.

So I'm taking it out.

-Do we have a signal yet?
-It's weak, but they're ahead of us.

What are we doing here, Harold?

Let's forget about where we are
and think about where we're going.

This cabin, tell me about it.

-It's not important right now.
-You've been wanting us to go away.

Was this supposed to be a surprise?

-Char--
-The cabin belongs to Doug Koster.

What are you doing with a key
to our neighbor's cabin?

It happened before you got sick.

We were in such a different place.

You were working all the time,
and I was-- I was lonely.

The truth is, it got me just thinking
about you getting sick.

It was a blessing...

...because it made me realize what
a fool I had been and how lucky I am.

So...

-...find out anything about Solomon?
-Not yet.

-I've got a call in to Laurel.
-I got a lead on Keen.

Agent Navabi talked to her,
she was helping her.

-Helping, so you could catch her?
-No, just helping her. So I fired her.

You fired Agent Navabi
for aiding and abetting?

Are you suggesting I prosecute her?

-That's your call.
-As is whether to prosecute Cooper.

Harold is one of
the most decent men I know.

Would it violate our principles
to be a little flexible?

Well, that's exactly what Tommy Markin
used to tell my dad.

They were partners, Detroit P.D.

He'd sit around talking about
how dirty the precinct was...

...and how they were gonna clean it up.

-Did they?
-No.

When my father refused
to go on the payroll...

...a drug dealer put a bullet in him.

It was a trap set by
the crookedest cop of all...

...good old Tommy Markin.

-What happened to him?
-Nothing. They protected him.

My father died for his principles.

If I compromise mine,
it'll be as if he died for nothing.

You really think we weren't
gonna find your money?

You didn't find anything.

Jilly found it because you're too dense
to even look for it.

No wonder Cash doesn't trust you with
anything more important than babysitting.

That's big talk
coming from a guy who's--

You are aware you need to clean
and oil these from time to time, right?

Next one's going in your head.

Didn't I tell you whether or not
you're breathing when I dump you...

...depends on how polite you are?

I think that should be it.
Thank you for your time.

Agent Ressler, I'm Vic Cothran.
Here to help in any way we can.

According to the owner,
the female fugitive was definitely here.

Here's the make, model and
license number of the vehicle she's in.

We also need to track down a local
tow-truck driver by the name of Jasper--

Skeehan.
We've had our eye on him.

Suspect he's a member of a gang,
Kings of the Highway.

Where are we on local media?

The TV, radio and newspapers agreed
to get photos and descriptions out ASAP.

All right, funnel any
credible sightings directly to me.

I gotta get to the hospital.

Suck it up, kid.

Just hold still. Let old Pablo here
fix you up. You're gonna be just fine.

You sure it didn't hit an organ?
Looks close to a kidney--

Shut up!

Don't listen to him. He's the one
that shot you. He don't know nothing.

You bleed out,
one less person gets a cut.

I said:

Seriously, maybe we should
let him get to a hospital.

I'm freezing.

You're going into shock. You've lost
blood. Body's beginning to shut down.

Okay.

Okay.

You know the drill.
Give him a fake name.

Get in, get patched, get out. Got me?

Cash. He's on TV.

Authorities are
concentrating their search...

...on Kanawha and Roane counties.

Residents of those areas
are advised to report...

...any suspicious activity....

Oh, yeah. We're looking at
a lot more than 25 grand.

--murder and domestic terror charges.

I love what you've done with the place.

Yeah, well, you know, it's just...

...temporary.

Come here.

You gonna offer me a beer?

Wait right here.

Go away.

They're further down.

Wait, wait.

They're behind us moving fast.

-How'd that happen?
-I have no idea.

Wait, wait, he's right here.

Very good.

When's the last time
you got any of that, Pablo?

Or have you?

-We share everything.
-But not with Jasper, apparently.

That's our business.

-It ain't yours.
-Oh, it is very much my business.

As a matter of fact, Pablo,
our operations are remarkably similar...

...albeit mine functions on a somewhat
grander scale. Certainly more hygienic.

But at the end of the day, it all boils down
to the same basic principle.

We steal from others,
but not from each other.

Shut your mouth,
or I swear to God I'm gonna--

Kill me? That'll fix things.

At least until those two decide a two-way
split makes more sense than four.

Tell me something,
do you trust Cash?

Do you trust him with your life?

-Hey, man, this ain't a good time.
-I just texted you a picture, all right?

That fella we grabbed this morning,
his name is Raymond Reddington.

And he is number one
on the FBI's most wanted list.

And that gal he's with...

...she's that Russian chick
that blew up them CIA guys.

You think we can still find her?
They're worth a fortune.

Everything okay?

Yeah. All good.

Yeah, I got to call you back.

What--?

Where's my friend?

Jasper Skeehan took a break for lunch
and hasn't returned.

Incident report just came in on a walk-in
at the ER with a GSW to the abdomen.

Says it was a hunting accident,
but doctors pulled out a 380 slug.

-Who hunts with a 380?
-Exactly.

I don't like this.
Get the motor home ready.

T-Bone makes it back, he can
haul the trailer. I wanna get out of here.

What about Reddington?

Hey. You okay?

I'll be fine.

-Anything I can do?
-I'm good.

I never would have said anything
if I knew this would happen.

-You weren't going to say anything at all.
-I know. And I am sorry, but you lied.

You said Ressler's laptop
was on your station.

And we both know
that is not the truth.

The IP address
where your search originated...

...it was Agent Ressler's apartment
early this morning.

Way early, so....

Aram, I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Me too.

-You should let us keep you overnight.
-Excuse me. Ressler, FBI.

-What seems to be the problem?
-No problem at all, officer.

Just trying to be on my way.

-So this was a hunting accident?
-That's right.

Funny outfit for hunting.

Probably should get one
of those orange vests, huh?

Well, doctor, if he wants to go, there's
nothing we can do to force him to stay.

Why, thank you, officer.

I appreciate it.

-We're letting him walk?
-That's Raymond Reddington's coat.

Let's see where he leads us.

What do you think
is actually going on here?

Piss off, man.

You sure this is about me?

I'm worth a lot more to them
than you are.

I wouldn't be at all surprised
if I were to walk out of these woods alive.

And I sincerely doubt
you'll be as lucky.

Where do you suppose
they're gonna go with my money?

I say Aruba.

Maybe Cancun.

It's Jasper.

Where you been?

You're holding my friend.
I wanna make a deal.

It's that Russian bitch.

I'm listening.

I've got your friend Jasper here.

Straight trade. Him for Reddington.

I thought you was gonna offer me
something worth a damn. Keep him.

I don't think you understand
the situation here.

The situation is that my man
Reddington here is worth a fortune.

And Jasper, God bless his heart, is--
Well, he's dead weight.

Tell him it's been real.

Dude, Jasper is family.

Yeah, well, if that's a fact,
he's the idiot cousin.

Forget him. Three of us is family.

That's what counts.

-Reddington is worth a fortune?
-What?

You said Reddington
is worth a fortune.

Yeah, and...?

You're not gonna kill him, are you?

Of course we're gonna kill him.
What do you think we're doing out here?

What are you doing, son?

-Pablo, what the hell?
-Answer the phone.

-Tell her we gonna make a trade.
-What? You're gonna ruin everything.

This is why I don't go
to family reunions.

Aunt Lucile is always
arguing with Buddy.

Uncle Scott is drunk by noon.

And someone's hand is always
in the wrong cookie jar.

Well?

You ain't got the stones
to pull that trigger.

Pick up the phone.

Put it on speaker.

-Listen to me.
-We're ready to deal.

Reddington's worth a bundle.
You know it.

You and him are worth two mil
to the feds. You can match that?

I can.

It'll take some time.
I'll call you back in two hours.

-Elizabeth, don't.
-Shut up, man. You don't get no vote.

Two hours.

Or Reddington here is dead.

And bring Jasper, or no deal.

Pablo.

That was beautiful.

Dembe, I believe this is
what you've been waiting for.

Heavier than it looks.

-Raymond.
-Reddington's been abducted.

I'm not sure by who. I don't know why.
But I think I have a plan to get him back.

A prisoner exchange?

That and we have to
give them the care package.

-Raymond will not allow that.
-I'm not asking his permission.

We need it to clear your name.

If we don't do this,
they're gonna kill him.

Reven.

I wasn't expecting you.

Oh, well, I need a minute.
It's important.

Of course. Come in.

What do you know about
Operation Backslide?

It was a CIA operation...

...to support Somalia
against the Islamic Courts Union.

-Why do you ask?
-Matias Solomon ran the operation.

The last one he ran
before the agency fired him.

You asked me for information about
Solomon. Sorry, the day got away.

That's okay.
I did some digging on my own.

So at the time of the operation...

...you were assistant secretary of state
for African affairs.

According to the records, the operatives
were given State Department cover.

Solomon was listed as an attaché
working out of your office.

Yeah, well, we gave cover
to a lot of operatives, so--

And maybe some of them
know Solomon.

If I could get a list--

Was this Agent Ressler's idea or--?

No, no, I haven't told him yet.
I came here as soon as I found out.

I'm so sorry, honey.

I'm gonna miss you.

I really am.

Any last words?

Or final prayer, or anything?

Tommy Markin.

That is Raymond's jacket.

Let's just hope it's not his blood.

-Where is he?
-Somewhere. I don't know.

Hand over Jasper and the cash.
We'll release him.

Do you think we're stupid?

No, I do not.

-Elizabeth.
-Are you all right?

Do not do this. Do not give it to them.

All right.

I showed you mine. Show me yours.

Holy hell.

Those what I think they are?

Yeah.

And they're worth far more
than the reward the FBI is offering.

All right, let him go.

You can take Cash's truck.

He won't be needing it.

You are in desperate need
of some help, Jilly.

Elizabeth, this way.

-Get your hands up.
-Go!

Police! Get your hands up!

Keen.

Lizzy, where are you?

Where are you?

They're coming.

Stop!

Stop.

-You wouldn't.
-I would.

You know I would.

Elizabeth Keen, you're under arrest.